Today, ten days after we arrived, we swapped the country for the coast. Once Grace had said her goodbyes to the sheep, had one last ride on the motor bike with Cliff (having first reapplied her lip gloss of course), invited herself back to help with the shearing and the lambing, I finally managed to bundle her into the car.
With Janette along for moral support, we eventually set off. Not even half an hour later, having shelled and eaten the bag of fresh peas Cliff had picked for her, Grace started. Will there be lambs where we'll be staying? Can we go to the beach as soon as we arrive? How many minutes until we get there? How many NOW?
What seemed like an eternity later, we arrived at the little fishing village of Taieri Mouth. And promptly got lost. In the rain. Did I mention that the village is really, really tiny? Eventually, after getting directions form a rather bemused local, we found the holiday cottage (also know in NZ as a crib or a bach). And the very first thing we saw upon arrival? A lamb, tethered on the neighbour's verge. Thank God.
